"Get out it's my room! I don't care if I'm the bad guy here and you shouldn't care whom I'm gonna fuck next because it's definitely not gonna be you."
I'd rather have butterflies in my eyes for her than my stomach
•spin-off to @deppstyle's story 'Su...
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Listen, I hate Mae. I hate Mae!
I can't believe her. I'm crying so hard, my paper is staining from my tears and my hands are shaking. I hate her. How could she? HOW COULD SHE?!
Let me calm down for a moment.
Yes, I...
It just crashed down.
Remember I went to cuddle with Mae last night? I was so happy when I reached there, Mae was already asleep and I cuddled her from back and slept peacefully.
The next morning though...
When I woke up she wasn't beside me, she was in the washroom so I sat up, still in my sleep, and then I saw something peeking out of her mattress. It looked like some paper tucked under it so I pulled it out.
What I found is beyond your imagination.
They were... abortion papers.
Shocked is an understatement of what I felt.
I just sat there holding the papers and looking at them in horror.
The Mae came out of the bathroom and when she saw me holding those papers, all the color drained out of her face.
I don't know what kind of expression I was holding because I felt so many feelings rushing in at the same time. You have no idea.
"What is this?" I asked, my voice was accusatory. And it should be. It should be!
"Give it back." She said sharply. That's when I lost it. I completely lost it.
"What is this, Mae?!" I shouted, an incredulous look on my face. I just couldn't believe what was in front of me.
"You were pregnant?!"
If you're wondering, she wasn't pregnant with my child since I describe myself as the male lead in her love story. I'm not so sure of it anymore.
"Yes, I was. Now give it back!"
I wasn't listening to her, my mind was flooding with so many questions at once.
"When- how? When did you abort?!"
"I said give it back, Yoongi." She gritted.
I didn't listen to her and checked the date of her abortion in the file I was holding.
"Two days back?!" I exclaimed. "Who was he!?"
"The person who fucked and got me pregnant?" She asked. She sounded bewildered that I asked her that question as if it was my fault. Then she scoffed loudly, claiming my questions ridiculous.
But I was still in shock.
"Yes, the one who- who was he?"
Her answer hurt the most. She discarded me. She said it was none of my business. As if I was a stranger. It hurt. It fucking hurt.